come back to me in pieces — private

[Beatles.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Elias blinked in surprise when he heard Bianca's response. He crossed his arms over his chest, slightly gritting his teeth together. "Ten miles?" He echoed, almost sounding like he was shocked. Jesus, she was insane. Was she trying to kill him? Truthfully, Elias could stand to get into more shape, but starting off at ten miles? He'd might as well get a heart-attack and collapse onto the floor. "Geez, uh, okay." He accepted the challenge, however, not wanting to wimp out immediately. Maybe he'd just go until he couldn't anymore, like she said.

Stretching? His hockey coach had always stressed the importance of stretching, but Eli never really got it (besides, he wasn't the most flexible guy ever). It would only be more time-consuming and probably wouldn't even make a difference at all, he figured. "Uh.. do we need to?" Eli asked, furrowing a brow. "I think I'll be fine, if you wanna, y'know, start now." Anything to get this over and done with, he supposed.